Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 07:21:17 -0800 (PST)
From: m b <fox25viewer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Around town masturbation 6

Another true story of my youth and fascination with masturbation.

When I was 17 years old I went to a party at a friend's house. There was
considerable drinking going on and I had quite a bit before I felt like walking
home. It was summertime and the evening was warm and dark. It must have been
around 1130 by the time I started across the golf course to my house. As I
walked I began to feel a bit daring and a bit horny. I dropped my shorts and
underwear and took off my shirt on my walk across the 17th green fairway. I was
pretty sure there was no one around at that time of the night. My cock began to
grow as it swayed between my skinny bare legs. I stopped and lay in the middle
of the fairway and looked up at the stars. As my cock steadily got harder I
began to run my hands over my lithe body. Pausing over my nipples and stroking
my pubic hair. My member now stood at full attention and demanded to be
touched. I rolled onto my stomach and ground it into the soft cool grass. I
slowly worked my hand under me and grasped my hard thin cut rod
 and began to stroke it. I removed my hand and humped at the grass. It felt
good but not as good as my or someone else's hands ever could. I stood up and
gathered my clothing and walked towards the green. I reached the green and my
rock hard cock wavered in front of me, acting like a dowsing rod looking for
something to satisfy it. I stopped near the hole and removed the stick, as I
exerted my mid section a copious amount of pre cum began to flow from my
straining boy cock. I looked down and watched as the stream became thicker and
the drop began to ooze forth from the purple head. I placed the palm of my hand
under the drizzle and caught it all. Mmmm, a nice salty snack I thought. I
brought the pool of me to my lips and slurped it all in. It tasted just as good
as always.
Being drunk I felt like doing stuff I never would have done sober, I just wish
there was another one of the guys I had just partied with there to share in
this late night excursion. I looked at the hole on the 17th and felt an urge to
put my steel hard boycock into it. I knelt down and lowered it into the hole.
It wasn't that deep but was warmer than the outside air. I pumped my cock in
and out of the hole, as I did this my cock head brushed against the bottom and
it felt pretty good. I rolled onto my back and then began to rub my cock in
earnest. Really feeling the urge to cum soon I moved my fingers from the base
of my cock to the tip, dry rubbing it. The friction got my hips moving and my
ass muscles tensing and releasing. With my left hand I reached between my legs
and caressed my ball sack  and asshole. My middle finger circled it and I
thought of inserting it but didn't feel it that night. My fist was furiously
pumping my shaft and my sack tightened up, the familiar
 pre cum fluids flew all over my stretched out writhing body. I was moaning and
thrashing about when I felt the head of my cock swell and the first volley of
cum erupted from my throbbing cock. The first shot landed on my cheek and lips,
the second and third on my chin and lips, the succeeding charges landed on my
chest and stomach, some pooling in my navel.
As the last wave of my intense orgasm subsided and the final ooze of cum flowed
into my pubic hair I sighed and relaxed completely drained and spread eagle on
the green. I lay there for a few moments as I swirled the cum all over my body
and licked the drops from my face. I brought my fingers to my lips to clean off
the remainder of the sticky mess. I sat up and looked around and noticed the
flag that I had dropped from the hole had my cum spattered on it. I stood and
replaced the flag, leaving my jizz on the flag thinking of who will be looking
at it tomorrow. I gathered my clothing and walked the rest of the course, still
naked. As I walked my soft sticky cock would stick to my inner thigh every once
in a while. It felt cool.
I got to the street and continued on walking naked. The thrill was still with
me as I walked towards a main road. I got as far as a few yards from the main
street when I lost my nerve and walked behind a restaurant and put my clothing
back on. By that time my cum had dried and was slightly itchy. I will always
remember that night and the 17th hole that I fucked. Golf, from that day
forward has never been the same for me.



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